Weaving a web around my heart
Slowly taking my world apart.
I can’t begin to think of anything else
Left my reason way up on a shelf.
Stealing away without a sound
My feet don’t hardly touch the ground.
I look at the clockthe hands of fate
The train I’m riding can’t be late.
Riding on that dream train —
One look in your eyesand I follow through.
Riding on that dream train —
Been a rider since I met you.
The brush of her skirtthe look in her eye
No use denying the curve of her thigh.
I got a feeling I’m out on limb
Past committing original sin.
Cold steel on a railroad track
Hard heartI ain’t coming back.
Put the border on red alert
Heed the warningyou’re gonna get hurt.